Yi Xiao sat at the entrance of the stone cave, the blood in his tiger's mouth had slowly stopped, dried up, scabbed, and sat on the ground, maintaining a wooden posture, his body constantly swaying slightly with the sword qi and the long wind that constantly swept over the top of the tomb, like a sleepy old man.

In fact, he kept his eyes open, trying to look at the exit in front of him.

The soul power of the young man in the ancient robe, like the wind, lingered in a circle after revoking the touch of the chessboard, and dissipated like smoke.

In the tomb of the Overlord, silence has returned.

Yi Xiao looked at the exit in front of him, the slight ripples, rippling like water ripples, in front of him was the grass in April in the world, but he couldn't touch it, and he couldn't get out, so he could only watch it like this.

He slowly licked his thirsty lips, closed his eyes, and subconsciously stretched out his hands to grope for the stone wall behind him, trying to find something.

Qi Yujian was no longer by his side.

I don't know where Wei Lingshan is now, she is not a stupid person, seeing that the eight-foot mountain has collapsed, even if she wants to find it against the avalanche, a natural disaster of that scale is definitely not something that can be stopped by manpower......

So it was impossible for her to get there.

And he and Gu Shengcheng, together with the demon spirits on the entire Great Snow Mountain, after opening the box, after only a few breaths, they collapsed and fell along with the Eight Feet Mountain.

I'm trapped here, when will I be able to get out?

The soul who claims to be "Three Thousand Wins in the Chess Path", was the inheritor of mind-reading before his death, and he is holding the ink plate of life and death to stop here, who can break this prohibition?

Could it be that it really takes a thousand years?

Yi Xiao's heart swelled with great irritability, he stared at the empty chessboard, trying to see a flower from it, and stared at it repeatedly for a long time, but to no avail.

If Sanqiansheng hadn't deceived himself, then the Wood Devil's Soul Sea had already collapsed in three hundred and seven years, and he was now so far away from breaking through the Nine Grades and reaching the Grandmaster Realm, he was still so far away from breaking through the Ninth Rank and reaching the Grandmaster Realm.

It's been a long night.

A ray of light in the sky, only a fraction of a minute away from him, but he has never been able to get it.

Yi Xiao never fell, he just stared at the chessboard calmly, trying to see something from the chessboard.

In his pupils, a pale gold was reflected, staggered with a slight cyan, swaying back and forth, like a pool of spring water.

To be exact.

His gaze swept over the void chessboard, over half a mile of green grass and sword qi, and the red coffin, and then swept forward and landed on the ...... Gu Shengcheng a mile away.

He saw Gu Shengcheng's posture at this moment, standing upright, standing opposite the chessboard, the black heavy robe swaying in the wind, covered in smoke and dust, looking embarrassed, but his face was extremely calm, one hand was raised, only a trace of distance from the chessboard.

Gu Shengcheng closed his eyes.

Yi Xiao smiled in a low voice, withdrew his gaze from the front, and did not speak.

There was still silence in the cemetery.

Yi Xiao knew Gu Shengcheng very well, he was not worried, Gu Shengcheng looked like the so-called "breaking the game" posture, he could break the chess game of three thousand wins, everyone was at the point of exhaustion, and no one was better than the other.

The silence in the cemetery did not last long, and the wind and sword qi that swept the top of the tomb roared again.

The wood devil and the pond fish are still irregular, constantly bombarding the three hundred and sixty exits of the cemetery, hitting and killing again and again, trying to rely on their "eternal life" to break through the barrier at the entrance of the Heavenly Gate.

Yi Xiao has the hairpin of the senior brother in his hand, and every time he can urge the sword qi to kill the comer who crashes into his mouth, it can be regarded as the largest way to avoid the loss of the soul sea.

But Gu Shengcheng can't.

He only had to consume his soul power again and again to bombard and kill the other party.

If this game continues like this, it is very likely that it will become an ending where everyone is dead.

Yi Xiao and Gu Shengcheng's soul sea couldn't bear the torture again and again, and collapsed in a long time.

It's just that even so, the final outcome must be that Gu Shengcheng, who has no hairpin, will first exhaust his soul power and the soul sea will collapse.

Ten days, twenty days?

There are no years in the tomb, the holy light at the gate of heaven, falling eternally, repeating with the wind, the grass flies, is swept up by the wind, turns into grass clippings, and after falling, it is reborn again.

For a long time, no one touched the chessboard first.

Except for the situation where Gu Shengcheng encountered the situation where the wood devil and the pond fish attacked him, he would use very little soul power to deal with the intruder.

The rest of the time, he maintained a strange and quiet posture, standing in front of the chessboard, looking quiet and solemn, perverse and withdrawn.

He was not afraid of his appearance being seen by Yi Xiao.

Because he just wanted Yi Xiao to see.

After Yi Xiao glanced at Gu Shengcheng on the first day, he closed his eyes calmly, changed to the most comfortable state, leaned lazily against the stone wall, loosely held the half of the white cool wood hairpin in his hand, and aimed diagonally at the entrance outside the stone wall.

If the wood devil, as well as the dragon king who crossed the river, accidentally broke into his mouth, he would be ruthlessly strangled by this hairpin.

The two of them maintained the most tacit quietness.

It's like twin sons under the coincidence of fate, standing on both sides of the gate of heaven.

It's a pity that the two sides of the gate of heaven are not light and dark.

Both of them were in darkness, and the light they longed for in front of them could not be found.

No one can understand, understand, their strange and useless movements at this time.

Close your eyes...... Waiting to die?

No.

Except that they understand, no one else can understand it.

Closing your eyes is to survive.

For a long time, the two of them maintained an unparalleled tacit understanding, neither of them said a word, and no one touched the chessboard, the rules were there, and the young man in the ancient robe could not condense his soul power and appear in the chess game of Tianmen.

Until one day, it all changed.

Gu Shengcheng opened his eyes first, and he slowly withdrew the hand he was about to land on the chessboard, because he had not seen the light of day for too long, causing his face to be extremely pale, but his eyes had a different look.

There was hardly much time difference, and Yi Xiao also opened his eyes.

His vitality has not recovered much, and the so-called "cultivation" seems to be restricted in the tomb, otherwise with infinite eternal life, he can continue to cultivate, and the wood devil will not collapse directly in the soul sea in three hundred and seven years.

What can you do with your eyes closed and motionless?

Loss of sight, touch, smell, taste.

Then you have to listen.

There are also calculations.

First listen to your own breathing, try to keep yourself extremely calm, inhale, and then exhale, adjust your frequency, and maintain the coordination of the two senses, so that every interval between breaths is a stable and reliable time.

The wind and sword qi on the top of the tomb swept in every time, with an average of three thousand and eighteen breaths.

Each time the wood devil and the pond fish hit the entrance, the average was 4,000 219 breaths.

There are three hundred and sixty entrances in the tomb, and every thirty-six times the wood devil and the pond fish, there will be one time, "unconsciously" breaking into the entrance of himself and Gu Shengcheng.

As above.

None of this can be seen.

The most intuitive and reliable data.

And the two people in the tomb kept extremely quiet, not just to hear this.

Or to hear each other.

After looking at each other for a moment, they confirmed the other party's thoughts.

When the wood devil and the pond fish break into their own hole, their breathing will be disrupted, and each confusion will superimpose the degree of error, so an object of measurement and correction is required.

Yi Xiao took Gu Shengcheng as a benchmark for error correction.

He tried hard to listen to Gu Shengcheng's breathing, the so-called coordination in two senses, the first is the coordination of his own breathing every time, and the second is to constantly maintain the rhythm of the same frequency as Gu Shengcheng.

The criteria for this calculation are unified.

And then the law was obtained.

In this world, some things seem very difficult to accomplish, such as deduction in a chess game...... It requires a huge and boring calculation, and such a huge calculation is by no means something that ordinary people can do, it requires great talent, tenacious patience, and perseverance day after day.

And the genius in the predicament, when he is forced to have no way to break the game, will try these methods.

This is the simplest, the most brutal, and the most straightforward.

Exhaustive method.

Yi Xiao, who was sitting on the ground, was leaning against the stone wall at the moment, his face was pale, and he stood up slowly, he looked at Gu Shengcheng who woke up from the state of closing his eyes, and said softly: "So...... What does that mean?"

These were the first words in the long history of the tomb.

Yi Xiao knew very well what Gu Shengcheng was doing.

He was looking for the patterns that were hidden and unconsciously buried in this huge tomb.

Gu Shengcheng found it.

Yi Xiao also found it.

But what does this mean?

Gu Shengcheng opened his eyes and looked at Yi Xiao calmly, without any trace of expression in his eyes.

It's an extreme calm.

If the soul of Sanqiansheng could be condensed, then he would definitely feel that this was something he couldn't believe.

Because of his mind-reading appearance, he saw the softest thing in Gu Shengcheng's heart.

The Terran woman called "Qiushui" is the backlash of this man's heart, even if it is in the gate of heaven...... Hiding the possibility of being able to resurrect her, he tried his best, even if he gave up himself, he would try that chance to break the game.

But he didn't.

During this long time, his fingers have been hanging in front of the chessboard, and they have not fallen for a long time.

At first, his fingers kept trembling, constantly trying to fall, and finally restrained himself, and finally regained his calm.

Breathe evenly.

Boring searching.

Then I found the pattern in this tomb.

This is a terrible person.

Gu Shengcheng looked at Yi Xiao.

The woman in the yellow shirt in a wheelchair in Fengting City kept flashing back in his mind.

After the defeat at the sword party, he couldn't let go, and kept looking for what he should do to make up for the failure if he was given a chance to start over.

A long time ago, he found a way.

At this time, it is the only way to survive.

He said calmly: "I have a way to defeat the game of mind reading, and it doesn't take a thousand years, a hundred years, or even ...... Not even a year, not even a year. ”